Our Intrepid Heroes

Do they blaze across the page as heroes are wont to do; do they crawl, or lurch, or gambol?

Our intrepid heroes trudge out of the raging storm, in the dead of night — or do they? They have seen horrors, and passed them by. They have seen hope, and bid it adieu. They have seen Teslas stood still, silent, and the opposite of empty; they have hiked miles with no coconut water in sight. Whatever are they to do, we wonder. However will they survive, we cry.

What dramatic suspense! What creative licence!

Coming soon to cinemas bookshops near you.

— ti pendraig